They told him never to disobey. follow orders. That beyond the trees, nothing survived. That the enemy wore fangs and came from the Kingdom called Morvain... But Vesper found something else in those trees. A smile. A name. A silence that felt too much like safety. Lucian was not supposed to exist. Not here. Not like this. With his comforting glances that felt to good to be true. As war tightens its grip and gods begin to stir, a single truth begins to unravel everything Vesper was taught: Monsters are not always what they claim. And neither are kings.

"Was it possible to love half of a person, even if it was fake?" Love isn't easy...everyone knows that. Getting stalked is terrifying...that's obvious. But what if the two are combined? Stalkers know what they want and he wanted me.